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The uprising. |
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This is the sound, |
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its rising into the foreground, |
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its calling out |
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all the antiquated rules. |
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can you feel the embers rising? |
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fires are blazing, |
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tongues keep talking, |
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what's ours to win, |
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is ours to loose. |
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Lets sharpen wits |
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and gather knowledge. |
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One by one we'll start this army, |
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march the streets they'll scream in envy. |
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you can't push us, push us underground . |
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This is the sound, |
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its rising into the foreground, |
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its calling out |
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all the antiquated rules. |
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And though the ground swell is growing, |
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i admit we're not all knowing, |
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and though we're carving solutions. |
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with hope for resolutions we stand. |
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To the punks and the protests |
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and those fighting for progress. |
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The inconvenient truth, |
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is that the power's with you. |
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This is the sound, |
|
its rising into the foreground, |
|
its calling out |
|
all the antiquated rules. |
|
can you feel the embers rising? |
|
fires are blazing, |
|
tongues keep talking, |
|
what's ours to win, |
|
is ours to loose. |
|
Lets sharpen wits |
|
and gather knowledge. |
|
One by one we'll start this army, |
|
march the streets they'll scream in envy. |
|
you can't push us, push us underground. |
|
This is the sound, |
|
its rising into the foreground, |
|
its calling out |
|
all the antiquated rules. |
